Silhouette

Silence.

Countless mistakes.
The steady rhythm echoes through these walls,
with your heartbeat just a touch away
peacefully sinking to hit rock bottom.
Behold where you reign
for the boundaries are ceaseless.
Wrap myself around me.
Broken arms holding a broken Queen
to forgive oneself is not easy
while the blood on my hands mocks thee.
The silver linings are all long gone
with a haze so thick
it clouds my vision as my thoughts
consuming me whole with my faith so low.
Dim out the light and shut out the noise
let the darkness rejoice in it’s absence,
while the silence is comforting, its not.
The silence is louder than the loudest storm.
With no one to turn to, the most broken is your pick
deafening it all out, the silence speaks-
speaks to no one but me.
No one stays still enough to hear her calls
while her wailing mind drops a million tears
these walls speak a tale of a thousand years.
Listen and you will know
for these withers are stories of a battle not fought.
The tears in these dykes - that’s flowing with her sneers
colliding of her wailing gets too loud
flooding a void deep within the chest.
A tempestuous gale roars to life
cutting her off her own misery,
it throws back everything it has
with a raging mind like no other.
She stops her wailing as she sees
that the unforgiving storm that’s outside
is the same as the raging fire in her.
For the whirlwind of turmoil deep within
knows no peace nor silence.
It keeps swirling, waiting for a moment
to release itself from the host
with the haunting shell so lost.
Lucky she is for there’s still air in her lungs
that left her close to nothing to boast.
Line her head up to tip the crown
the broken end inundates in her blood,
drawing in the pain from the tenderness.
Grass pricks her feet as she takes in the sight
of a mighty kingdom on fire.
This wretched world belongs to her
yet she needed no part in it’s witchery.
The magic wore off before the euphoria hit,
reality crashing back onto a mind so heavy.
Gush over the misery held within
with the eyes so gentle
yet the fire behind those orbs seeks vengeance
for the forced fate conjured,
wrecking the deranged further.
A smile adorns her gentle visage
for the one in pain, will not be her.
~si